I reached
my car, and the voice that hadn’t left my head for two years, the one I could
pick out blindfolded, hit my ears. “Leaving so soon?”
It was far
too close for comfort. I froze and quickly tried to make my escape, but the
second I tugged on the handle, a strong hand slammed across the top of my car
door, halting its movement.
“Move your
hand,” I bit out behind clenched teeth.
My gaze
locked on the fingers in front of me. They looked exactly the same as they had
before. Calloused. Strong. Gentle. A brief flash of them cupping my breast,
thumbing my nipple, rushed through my mind. I pushed the images away, needing
to get out of here.
Hating him
for making me look at him, I raised my eyes to meet hazel ones. It almost hurt
to see Preston’s face again. His expression echoed the pain I forced down. He
took a tiny step back. Not far enough away, because if I wanted, I could still
reach out and touch him.
“Why’d you
run?”
I closed my
eyes, needing to break this connection. I also needed to block out my emotions.
He’d seen too much of them already.
Hoping my
mask was back in place, I met his stare again. “I didn’t run. I left. We
had a good time, and it was over.”
Preston
crossed his arms. “Liar.”
I flinched.
Even after two years, he still saw too much.
“You and I
both know it was more than just a good time, Landon.”
Hearing
that name from his lips hardened my emotions. He met Sara that night. I needed
to put a stop to this. Pushing back my shoulders, I straightened to my full
height. “We fucked. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“Does Brody
know?”
I reared
back. “God, no. I didn’t even know he was your brother until that day outside
the warehouse. He’d told me he had a recovering addict brother, but no fucking
way could I have guessed it was you.”
“I’ve never
forgotten you,” he said softly.
Pain shot
through me. I’d never forgotten him, either, no matter how hard I tried. But he
was no good for me. He made me feel things I didn’t deserve to feel.
It was time
to end this conversation. I glared hard at him, desperate to show how much I
didn’t care. “It was two years ago. You should get over it. I know I have.”
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